By God

Ok. I'm already behind schedule. Good thing I make a detailed schedule, huh? As I sat on the couch sipping my iced tea and moaning about getting going, Owen asked me what I had to do. So I read him my schedule. He strummed his guitar a few more times and said, "So, can Dad and I go for a ride in the bug?" I just looked at him in astonishment, "Did you hear anything I just said?"

I swear to God.

Side note: he constantly asks me if he and Ernie can do things. I generally respond that he should ask Ernie rather than me, as his father has free will. He always snorts, and say, "Oh, come on Mom, we all know that's not true."

Leo's still asleep so I can't be irritated with him yet.

Onward.